। ॥ ९३२ ॥
In plain words
Your glance fell on me like moonlight, and the exhaustion that the fever of this world had burned into me was shaken off. In a single instant I reached the Self — undivided, blazing with its own glory, blissful, and beyond all wearing away.
Close to the Sanskrit
I — whose weariness, born of the burning of worldly existence, has been shaken off by the falling of the moonlight of your matchless moon-like glance — have obtained in an instant the undecaying abode of the Self, whose bliss is undivided glory.